When I was a child I was abused,
Sexually assaulted and used,
I used to think it was my fault,
I hid my pain in my heart, my vault,

The things he did I'll never forget,
The way he forced himself upon me,
Out of sight where no one could see,
Why me? Why did he choose me?

What did I do that was so wrong?
Was it because I was weak and he was strong?
I told him to stop,
But he would not,

When I was ten,
He found he would never touch me again,
I found the strength to fight him off,
It was my victory, his loss,

After that day he was out of my life,
I wish that day I had a knife,
I would of killed him,
This poems to show he didn't win.